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We have to go back.

I don't want you to worry.

We're going to find a doctor

tomorrow for you.

Call someone and get someone

to come out here and pick us up.

Promise me.

We'll get out of here tomorrow.

Promise.

All I need is some sunshine

All I need

Front desk,

can I help you?

Hello. I wanted to see

if I had any messages.

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Scarlett?

- Hello?

- You only lost your girl.

Well, I tell you what.

It seems only right

I should help you find her.

- Who is this? What the f***?

- What a thing to say.

Here I am,

trying to be neighborly.

I may be the only one

who understands you

- in this godforsaken town.

- I don't know who you are or...

Just a man, Alex.

What do you want? Tell me.

Let's start with you telling me

your particulars.

- What does she look like?

- What?

I hear she's a real looker.

Don't let the red cross

fool you.

She ain't fit to...

of the Lord.

Of course,

maybe she's sleepwalking,

like a detached witness,

as if she's watching a movie

or listening to the radio.

Is that girl a sleepwalker,

Alex?

Where are you?

In there.

In where?

- In there.

With you.

Lose something?

No, sir, I just thought

I'd take myself a little look.

You know, sometimes I hear

even the mouse chases the cat.

F***ing mouse.

I tell you what, why don't

we go for a little drive?

Are you starting

to feel it then?

You're taking me to Scarlett.

That's where you're taking me,

isn't it?

Hey! Schilter!

How about you put on that radio?

Let's hear some of that

good old spiritual music.

He can be found

in a mother's smile

He can be found

in the eyes of a child ...

They sure don't make songs

like they used to.

It's louder because

they know we're here.

All this time

and they never give up.

Who? Who are you talking about?

Well, that's the real story

right there.

Well, I never really took

to people much.

That's just the truth.

But I didn't like to be

all by my lonesome either.

So I found people of my choosing

and I took them out here.

What I do first is I dig a hole,

a nice deep hole,

and I make them watch

as I dig it.

And then I take the person.

Let's say it's you,

or your girlfriend.

Let's say it's Scarlett, and

I take her, just for instance.

And I throw her in the hole

and I bury her.

I bury her alive

and she never ever dies.

She lives for all eternity

under a heavy darkness of dirt,

reaping what she sowed.

- This is impossible.

- Impossible?

Just ask them.

They all have a story.

Hundreds of them.

Thousands.

Oh...

A city of pain under our feet.

Oh, pain's a beautiful thing.

In the end, it's the only thing

we really deserve.

It is only due

to the concept of guilt

we allow ourselves to see

ourselves as imperfect.

Our ego depends on guilt

for its survival as it allows us

to separate the world into

different objects

which we then call

"good" and "evil."

There is no good and evil.

There is only perfection.

Father, I'm gonna thank you

for your son Jesus

who died on the cross for me.

For my sins, not only for

my sins, but for my fears.

I'm gonna thank you for your son

Jesus who makes me whole,

in my spirit, in my body,

in my soul.

I want to thank you, Father,

for your son Jesus

who helped me sever the ties

between previous generations,

- from that bad blood...

- Hello.

I'm the whole operation,

so I need to loop it

if I want to take a break.

Want coffee?

When Slocum sailed the world...

he'd tie himself to the masthead

when he wanted to sleep.

Me, I got no such methods, no.

My work is my word,

it cannot be rigged up.

Whiskey in your coffee?

What is this place?

Well, if I say it's a church

then it's a church.

If I say I speak to God

then there is a God

that is spoken to.

There was a man.

Dirty hands, rings.

This smile.

Smile, well, that's a crime.

There's the thin wedge.

It was cut into his face

like with a knife.

You're talking about

the angel of the bottomless pit.

That's an ordinarily fella

with the wretched odor

of a million painful deaths

on him.

But pain...

is a beautiful thing.

In the end, that's all we got.

You're gonna have to excuse me

for just a spot, son.

Have a look around.

But do your best to keep quiet.

Do me a favor,

hit that record switch for me.

Spare me the indignity

of having my audience see me

scurry up onto my own set.

Son, I promise you,

we will get back to

our conversation momentarily.

But first, the work of the Lord,

then the work of man, alright?

Hit the button.

And just as soon as

that there sun shines down

with its warmth and light

on all things equally,

so too will guilt enwrap you

like a plague.

And drown you in sorrow.

Now, when we imagine things, we

start creating them in our mind.

We open the door

to our hearts...

Open your mind and then...

You must be very careful

about what things

you allow yourself to focus on,

lest they become real.

Lest the ethereal becomes poor.

Lest your fantasy

becomes reality.

You have to avoid these things.

There is Satan waiting to open

the door to your heart

and walk in. So you have to be

very careful about the images

you allow yourself to focus on.

And it's like one moment

you're being crushed,

and the next you're falling from

1,000 feet up in the sky.

I don't know, it's like

I feel I'm being crushed

and the next I'm falling,

like, 1,000 feet from the sky.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- How do you know what she said?

You can't just interrupt me

- mid-sermon.

- Why is this here?

What is this?

It's a mememto.

It's all I have left of her,

- so mind how you handle it.

- Is she here?

Scarlett? Scarlett?

I'm the only one who's here,

Alex.

How do you know my name?

why wouldn't I know your name?

You've been running around with

my daughter, haven't you?

Daughter?

Scarlett's father is dead.

She told you that?

Well, that cuts the

patriarch right to the quick.

I don't say

I don't deserve it, though.

It's true I knocked her around

a time or two.

But...

My tiddling is strictly

medicinal now, you understand.

Bingo.

Here.

It ain't there, son.

There you go. Hold still, son.

You can't die

if you ain't alive.

What did you say?

This is hell.

- We're in hell, aren't we?

- No.

I'm dead. We're all dead.

People tend to focus on

the world that's around them

rather than the world

that's within them.

Oh!

Tell me what this is.

- It's murder, if you do this.

- No!

Tell me what this is!

God damnit, I don't know!

Ow, f***!

No, OK, OK, OK, it's a dream.

- There we go.

- I'm dreaming all of this.

No!

No, the divine plan

is in play here, son.

You can either take charge

and fight your way through it,

or you can continue to be

a pansy ass spectator.

What's it gonna be?

What's it gonna be?!

- I don't know.

- Enjoy the ride.

No, I don't understand!

You said this is all a dream.

Yes, it is all a dream.

But you ain't dreaming nothing.

Scarlett is.

Hey.

Sit down.

You OK, honey?

Uh-huh.

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